Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:16:43 GMT -5
--Saturday November 15th, 2008. During Sentinel.—
(The scene opens just past the entrance curtain that separates the GIW back stage and the arena floor. The crowd is loud and verbose as we catch just a glimpse of Declan Prescott taking on Big B Brown. The vibrations of the crowds energy shakes the very ground as we look on to Mary-Joanna Roberts standing with Randy Boolzian’s arms around her.)
BoolZ; “You ready?”
Mary-Joanna; “No.”
BoolZ; “You don’t have to do this you know. Fuck those people.”
Mary-Joanna; “No, I want to do this. It’s been so long, but I can’t just let them continue to vilify you like they have been. They have to know the truth.”
BoolZ; “The truth is always perverted by whoever reveals it, right?”
Mary-Joanna; “Glad you’ve been listening. I think it’s time they get our truth though.”
(The scene fades out as the crowd suddenly erupts in a loud roar with the closing moments of the match.)
--Saturday November 15th, 2008. Shortly before Sentinel.--
(The scene reopens still in the GIW arena, but this time the air is still and pensive. A few of the GIW roster has already entered the building or never left after last week’s show. We immediately notice and follow BoolZ walking down a hallway with Mary-Joanna who has a look most closely resembling concern on her face. Without breaking their stride BoolZ barges through a door marked by a big gold star.)
BoolZ; “Alex motherfucker, that was a hell of a match last week. Alex?”
(With BoolZ already in the room we follow Mary-Joanna, and once inside see only BoolZ and Yasutoki Kiseragi who looks over his newspaper at the Red Bull Icon. The elder Kiseragi sits unimpressed on a lavish couch as BoolZ looks around puzzled.)
BoolZ; “Hey, you seen the champ?”
Yasutoki; “Hmm?”
BoolZ; “What are you, Mr. Hollywood’s man servant? Butler? I hope you know how to get blood out of that goofy karate jacket Kiser-roll wears to the ring.”
(Yasutoki eyeing RBI simply folds the newspaper, and stands up as Mary-Joanna leans in to whisper something to BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Randy! What is wrong with you? That’s Alex’s father.”
Yasutoki; “So, I finally get to say I’ve met Randy Boolzian.”
(A look of shock floods over BoolZ’s face before he smiles and extends a hand.)
BoolZ; “Oh, damn you’re Alex’s dad. Shit don’t I feel like quite the ass.”
(Yasutoki looks down at the hand of his son’s opponent, and then back to BoolZ.)
Yasutoki; “I’m sure you do. I will tell Alex you stopped by.”
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah thanks. I just wanted to say he really impressed me last week. I mean he was only a tad bit harder to ‘carry’ than some of my other partners. It was really a pleasant surprise.”
Yasutoki; “Do you intend to insult Alex or his honor when you speak, or are you just so lost you can’t help yourself?”
BoolZ; “I don’t know. I mean hell I didn’t know I could insult what wasn’t there.”
(Yasutoki’s eyes narrow to slits as he aged skin reflects his displeasure.)
Yasutoki; “You believe my son to have no honor?”
BoolZ; “Honor? Alex? Do you really have to ask? Let me ask you something. When you drove down the freeway this afternoon on your way to the building, and you passed that big’ol billboard of your little prissy son pulling his pants down did that fill your heart with pride? Is that anyway to honor his ancestors?”
Yasutoki; “The fact that my son has reached a level in this sport that I doubt you ever will is what fills my heart. The fact that the GIW sees fit to display Alex as the flag bearer is what fills my heart. Unfortunately that comes with GIW assigning Vince Hawk to promote my son.”
(BoolZ can’t help, or forces, a boisterous laugh to echo through the building.)
BoolZ; “Wow, what did Alex tell you that? You really think the GIW assigned an agent to your son? Damn man Alex is probably the most white bread tame champion in history. I mean let’s look at that history. We have Brandon Brown, twice, who correct me if I’m wrong but hasn’t he made a habit out of super kicking celebrities and talk show icons. No agents. Then we have Deathman, a man the GIW billed as hailing from the ‘dark’ and residing in the ‘underworld’, but still no agent. They had a champion who said he came from hell, and they didn’t see the need to even assign him a keeper. So then Komosube. Rumor has it that ox head really enjoyed ‘forcing’ himself on little massage girls. He was a drunk with anger problems, but at least he wasn’t handcuffed to an ‘agent’. So that brings us to Travis Roberts. A known, well known, doper.”
(Mary-Joanna looks at RBI unsure about what he’s about to say.)
BoolZ; “I mean with his well publicized ‘parties’, and associates like Yoda, and his contributing to the delinquencies of other younger members of the roster. Surely he would have an agent, and he does! A furry little freak pervert who rambles about some street, and does god knows what when Travis isn’t keeping an eye on HIM! But yeah I guess if anyone needs help being the face of the GIW it’s safe little Alex, with his underwear hanging out. So we got Alex covered, what about you? Do you think you’re an honorable man, butler?”
(BoolZ waits for Yasutoki to answer as Mr. Kiseragi steps closer to the Red Bull Icon staring directly in his eyes.)
Yasutoki; “And now you’re questioning my honor? What of you? Do you believe yourself honorable?”
BoolZ; “You didn’t answer my question. You see I just can’t help but applaud your actions at Distant Whispers. I mean it’s not every day you find a father willing to cheat for his son. It’s not common to find a civilian willing to put himself in harm’s way by participating instead of watching. Certainly it was an admirable action, but I can’t help but wonder if an honorable man would have waited until it was his family in danger. It was MLK, if I’m not mistaken, who said, ‘A threat to justice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.’ I mean you saw, as did the whole arena, Prescott walk out onto that ramp. What did you think he was going to shoot some t-shirts to the fans? Everyone knew what was going down, and it was only after Brown got knocked off the top of that cage did you spring into action. Only when Alex was in danger. An honorable man, I think wouldn’t have waited.”
Yasutoki; “Now it is you, who didn’t answer my question. And I will not defend my act…”
(BoolZ checks the watch that isn’t on his arm as Yasutoki responds.)
BoolZ; “You know what, never mind. Why don’t you think about it for a few days? Get back to me when you have an answer. I’m not hard to find, I mean hell I’ll be the one beating your son, again, at Horizons. Maybe we can continue this talk about whether or not you getting yourself involved in his matches is a good idea then. I really do have to get going though. Tell Kis-Kis I dropped by will ya?”
(BoolZ wraps an arm around Mary-Joanna, and together they turn to leave the dressing room. Yasutoki’s call stops BoolZ in the walk way.)
Yasutoki; “You still have not answered my question. Are you an honorable man, or are you a coward who threatens old men?”
(After a second of thought BoolZ looks over his shoulder at Mr. Kiseragi.)
BoolZ; “Oh, I think I’ve done too much, come to close, to delude myself in believing I have any honor left. I really hope I don’t see you at Horizons.”
(Together BoolZ and MJ walk away down the hall.)
Mary-Joanna; “So what exactly was that all about? Are you ok? You’ve seemed in a pretty bad mood most of the week.”
BoolZ; “I’m fine, and that was… it was what it was. See Alex and his father are close. So close that when Yasu sees his son again he’ll tell him about our conversation, or he won’t.”
Mary-Joanna; “So then you want Alex to know, or not know? Baby, I don’t think that makes any sense.”
BoolZ; “No, it makes sense. The Kiseragi’s are a proud family, and I really believe above all else they just want to do right. If Yasutaki tells Alex, then Alex will be furious. He’ll want my blood. I don’t think he can fight like that. If he doesn’t, then Alex will be confused and start to doubt what he’s doing. See they’re good men, they’re honest men, so neither of them can lie. Yasu’ll tell Alex or doesn’t. Either way, Alex will know something’s wrong.”
(MJ’s face contorts as she listens to BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Are you sure you’re alright? I didn’t know you could be so devious.”
(The contorted face gives way to a sly smile.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, that turn you on?”
(The scene fades out as the couple duck into a nearby unmarked door.)
--Friday November 14th, 2008. 1:00PM—
(The scene reopens this time away from the GIW Arena. It’s a sunny late autumn day outside of Los Angeles. The sea of concrete wash against the steel and glass building. Waves of cement picnic tables swell up and break as the lunch time rush pours from the doors. Instantly the onshore breeze is polluted by hundreds of puffs of white cigarette smoke. We look around confused at first. We notice a group of guys huddled off to the side. Occasionally one will poke his head from the group, and look past us. We turn to see what has his attention, and it is Maddy.
Her pitch black hair is giving way to her reddish roots. Her darker than night suit intensifies the difference of the pale white skin of her arms and legs. Today she is without make-up, but her normally shadowed eyes look sadder today. She sits alone with her legs crossed, and a cigarette in her hand. One of the men breaks from his pack, and approaches the third victim of BoolZ’s accident.)
Guy; “Uhm, Maddy?”
(She looks up. Her silent moment shattered.)
Maddy; “Jeremy.”
Jeremy; “Uhm, is this a bad time?”
Maddy; “No. What can I do for you?”
(Unable to contain his nervous energy he can’t help but look back to his group. Each of them quietly rooting him on.)
Jeremy; “Uh, well listen. Uh, a bunch of us are heading out to that pub down the street. You know after work. It’s the, uh, Tavern by the Tracks? Well anyway, I wondering if you weren’t too busy, or you wanted too maybe you could come too?”
Maddy; “Jeremy. Are you asking me out?”
Jeremy; “NO, uh, well yeah. You don’t have to say…”
(Her sad eyes sparkle with a glimmer of hope as her ruby red lips part with a smile.)
Maddy; “I would love to.”
Jeremy; “Yeah, that’s great. So I’ll see you there!”
(Jeremy quickly escapes what might have been his best moment, and scurries back to his friends. Half way there one of them bellows.)
Guy; “WELL?”
(Jeremy as if afraid if he said it, it wouldn’t come true simply nods. The group bursts with excitement and joy for their friend which causes Maddy to grin wide before heading back into the office. The scene fades as the guys continue to congratulate Jeremy.)
--Thursday November 13, 2008. 11:25AM—
(The scene opens again to a slightly overcast mostly open field. The lawn meticulously manicured, the trees terrifically trimmed, and the headstones stoically surveying the surroundings. A freight train blows a steam whistle in the distance as we look on to a group mourners at the bottom of our hill.
As we approach we watch the priest address the congregation. We notice Paul and Bryanah McCourt are there with there daughter Cynthia. Richard and Elly McCourt, SPARCX’s brother and his wife, are there. We look on noticing Robin Boolzian and Tina Ozawa in attendance. BoolZ’s mother and her girlfriend. We see Derrick Boolzian and Gary Summey on this solemn day. BoolZ’s father and his boyfriend. And amongst the half dozen or so faces that we don’t recognize we spot Madeline Lovell dressed in black with her make up running, her nose red, and her cheeks glistening under her tears. Maddy.
We watch as BoolZ quietly approaches in a dark suit. He’s clean shaven for the first time in a long time, and finally his pants fit properly. It doesn’t take long before Maddy looks up to the Red Bull Icon, and her tears grow in both frequency and size before she openly sobs and lowers her head. Taking the hint Paul and Richard McCourt, SPARCX and Kan as they were known when competing, stand and intercept the young bastard.)
Richard; “Randy, how’ve you been? It’s been to long.”
Paul; “Randy maybe this aint the best time.”
Randy; “How’s she doing?”
Richard; “Honestly I can’t tell. Hard to imagine anyone would mourn that much for a sack of crap that made a hobby out of beating her.”
Paul; “It was her father, and Randy you need to leave.”
Randy; “But, I’m just…”
Paul; “No, she doesn’t want you here. You gotta let that girl go, kid.”
(The look of shock and hurt are unmistakable, but for the first time in recent memory the look on RBI’s face is more accurately described as shame. BoolZ simply nods with full eyes and a heavy heart.)
Randy; “It’s almost over.”
(His words greeted only by a pair of empty smiles as he departs back up the hill and out of sight.)
Paul; “At least he had the sense not to bring that whore.”
Richard; “Eh, you know I found Elly much same way.”
Paul; “Yeah but you loved her, and she loved you back.”
Richard; “Meh.”
(The scene ends with Bree and Elly welcoming back their husbands as both Boolzian parents look on.)
--Monday November 10th, 2008. 4:30PM.—
(When the scene fades back in we are watching the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile roar down a quiet old street as it’s done so many times before. The neighborhood simply doesn’t change. As the truck takes a hard right turn we focus in on the driver and watch as BoolZ usually displays the nervous twitch he always gets when driving past this massive Oak tree. This time however there is no twitch. The tires scream and squeal as the brakes are mashed, and the truck stops in front of an old worn down home. The driver’s side door flies open then shut in a blur as BoolZ exits the machine, and runs to and through the front door.)
Maddy; “Randy!”
(Maddy dressed a pair of old sweat pants and older t-shirt stands from her spot on the floor, steps over her box in progress of old magazines, and runs into Randy’s arms finally able to cry. The two stand for what seems an eternity. Perfect, everlasting, peace. Maddy continues to weep as BoolZ holds her tight.)
Maddy; “I just want it to end, Randy. Take me away, just take me out of here. We can be in Mexico by morning. Let’s just go, leave this life behind us, and make a new life away from this place. From these memories.”
(Silently BoolZ stands there holding on to the moment and the girl for as long as he can. Then it ends.)
BoolZ; “I can’t, Maddy. Not now. I’m to close.”
(She recoils frustrated and furious.)
Maddy; “To close? To close to what?”
BoolZ; “I’m just to close. I’ve got Roberts, I’ve got the worlds title, I’ve got to make things right.”
Maddy; “World title? What you’re still chasing Ashton’s dream!?! And who the hell is Roberts, and why are they more important to you than me? I need you Randy! I needed you when Ashton died, I needed you when my father kicked me out, I need you now!”
BoolZ; “I can’t Maddy, I just can’t. I have to do this. I have to be champion, and I have to get Roberts.”
Maddy; “Who the fuck is Roberts!?!”
(There’s nothing but quiet stillness. We see the charred cigarette burnt carpet. The walls yellow are weak. The air stale and stagnant. These walls more a crypt than a home.)
BoolZ; “He was Ashton’s favorite wrestler.”
Maddy; “So.”
BoolZ; “He is a complete fake. He’s a phony. He’s a fraud, and I’m going to make him pay.”
Maddy; “I don’t understand Randy.”
(Her voice quivers riddled with pain.)
BoolZ; “Really? You knew Ashton probably better than I did. You know we never went to events at the Sports Arena. Do you know wrestling was his life, and it seemed every other month one fed or another was rolling through San Diego? He used to say why should we go watch people do what he could probably do better. Christ the boy cut his teeth in that ring. You know where we were going that night I killed him…”
Maddy; “Accident, Randy. The night of the accident.”
BoolZ; “The night I killed him, the night that instead of spending with you before you were supposed to ship out to Paris for school, that night we were headed to the Sports Arena. He had to see ‘The Blessed One’. He bought into the bullshit that motherfucker was selling, and now I’m going to make him pay!
Maddy; “What the fuck, Randy? What are saying?”
BoolZ; “I’m saying that if the Travis Roberts that Ashton was obsessed with then was the same Travis Roberts that I know as a lying cheating scheming son of bitch than my best friend would still be alive! I’m going to destroy him. I’m going to dismantle his legacy, and desecrate the memory of the TWiSTeD Fight Club! I’m going to ruin everything that was TWiSTeD! I’m going to take that TFC Title, I’m going to stand in that ring, and I’m going to set that piece of crap on fire! I’m going to take, wear out, and ruin the only person he’s ever loved! I’m going to…”
*SLAP*
Maddy; “This is what’s more important than me. It makes no sense, Randy.”
(Tears streaming from her face as she tries to understand.)
BoolZ; “Maddy, please…”
*SLAP*
Maddy; “Just get out.”
BoolZ; “Maddy, it’s almost ov…”
*SLAP*
Maddy; “Just get out! Get out!”
His mother in a drunken rage and embarrassed at letting her son see her like this. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
His teacher, SPARCX, lecturing on the cost of doing what’s right. “Even if it costs your soul…”
His one love pleading to him and his best friend, her love, to leave her father alone. “You can’t fix this! These are the cards I’ve been dealt!”
His father explaining to him about the divorce. “Nothing ever ends the way it should.”
(She slapped him again before running up the rickety staircase, slamming a bedroom door shut behind her. BoolZ stands in the living room looking at the couch where he snatched Ashton’s car keys all those years ago before slowly walking away.)
--Monday, November 10th, 2008. 3:52PM—
(BoolZ stands in front of a solid heavy door at the end of a long driveway. He’s been here so many times before, and until last week he called this place home. He rings the doorbell causing ‘Ronnie’ by Metallica to play. He shakes his head as an older woman opens the door.
His second mother. Bryanah ‘Redd’ McCourt. Ashton’s only mother stands in the doorway with a disappointed look on her face. BoolZ can’t help but look down at the flame print welcome mat.)
Bryanah; “See you got my message. Come in.”
BoolZ; “Yeah I got it. You gonna yell at me too?”
Bryanah; “No. Madeline’s father passed away last night. Heart attack. Thought you’d like to know.”
(She had turned and started towards the kitchen as she spoke. The sound of the door shutting forces her to turn to her now empty foyer. The unmistakable noise of the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile awaking in a rage dominates her serine composure as the truck storms from her driveway and away from his home.)
--Sunday, November 9th, 2008. 11:58PM—
(BoolZ and Mary-Joanna enter what seems like the hundredth hour of horseplay. They lightly poke and tickle and pinch inch other as lovers are expected to do. Their motives hollow, but both are so well versed in this deceit. MJ takes advantage of a distraction caused by her finger in his ear, rolls on top of the Hardcore Champion, and pins his arms to the bed.)
Mary-Joanna; “Alright my ‘TWiSTeD Protégé’ what’s the tenth proverb?”
BoolZ; “It’s not about the destination. The reward is the journey.”
Mary-Joanna; “Very good, and what’s it mean?”
BoolZ; “It means you want more foreplay?”
(BoolZ bridges before falling back to the bed. The second was all it took for him twist to his belly, pull him arms towards him, and causes MJ to flip and land on her back under the now standing Red Bull Icon.)
Mary-Joanna; “So does this mean I’m not the Hardcore Champion?”
BoolZ; “You wish. Not like it was a sanctioned match though.”
Mary-Joanna; “Well, I don’t need your belt anyway. I’ll be good after you win me the TFC Title.”
BoolZ; “If you think you’re going to take that from me, then you better keep practicing.”
(The moment between these two liars is interrupted by BoolZ’s ringing cell phone. He lets MJ go, and attempts to answer it. As he reaches his pants slung over the edge of the hotel room couch, reaches into the pocket, and is tackled by the mostly naked MJ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Just let it ring, baby. What’s the, uhm, seventh TWiSTeD Proverb?”
(We fade out for the last time as BoolZ drops the still ringing phone, hoists MJ up off the carpet, and stumbles onto the bed continuing the game.)
(The scene opens just past the entrance curtain that separates the GIW back stage and the arena floor. The crowd is loud and verbose as we catch just a glimpse of Declan Prescott taking on Big B Brown. The vibrations of the crowds energy shakes the very ground as we look on to Mary-Joanna Roberts standing with Randy Boolzian’s arms around her.)
BoolZ; “You ready?”
Mary-Joanna; “No.”
BoolZ; “You don’t have to do this you know. Fuck those people.”
Mary-Joanna; “No, I want to do this. It’s been so long, but I can’t just let them continue to vilify you like they have been. They have to know the truth.”
BoolZ; “The truth is always perverted by whoever reveals it, right?”
Mary-Joanna; “Glad you’ve been listening. I think it’s time they get our truth though.”
(The scene fades out as the crowd suddenly erupts in a loud roar with the closing moments of the match.)
--Saturday November 15th, 2008. Shortly before Sentinel.--
(The scene reopens still in the GIW arena, but this time the air is still and pensive. A few of the GIW roster has already entered the building or never left after last week’s show. We immediately notice and follow BoolZ walking down a hallway with Mary-Joanna who has a look most closely resembling concern on her face. Without breaking their stride BoolZ barges through a door marked by a big gold star.)
BoolZ; “Alex motherfucker, that was a hell of a match last week. Alex?”
(With BoolZ already in the room we follow Mary-Joanna, and once inside see only BoolZ and Yasutoki Kiseragi who looks over his newspaper at the Red Bull Icon. The elder Kiseragi sits unimpressed on a lavish couch as BoolZ looks around puzzled.)
BoolZ; “Hey, you seen the champ?”
Yasutoki; “Hmm?”
BoolZ; “What are you, Mr. Hollywood’s man servant? Butler? I hope you know how to get blood out of that goofy karate jacket Kiser-roll wears to the ring.”
(Yasutoki eyeing RBI simply folds the newspaper, and stands up as Mary-Joanna leans in to whisper something to BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Randy! What is wrong with you? That’s Alex’s father.”
Yasutoki; “So, I finally get to say I’ve met Randy Boolzian.”
(A look of shock floods over BoolZ’s face before he smiles and extends a hand.)
BoolZ; “Oh, damn you’re Alex’s dad. Shit don’t I feel like quite the ass.”
(Yasutoki looks down at the hand of his son’s opponent, and then back to BoolZ.)
Yasutoki; “I’m sure you do. I will tell Alex you stopped by.”
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah thanks. I just wanted to say he really impressed me last week. I mean he was only a tad bit harder to ‘carry’ than some of my other partners. It was really a pleasant surprise.”
Yasutoki; “Do you intend to insult Alex or his honor when you speak, or are you just so lost you can’t help yourself?”
BoolZ; “I don’t know. I mean hell I didn’t know I could insult what wasn’t there.”
(Yasutoki’s eyes narrow to slits as he aged skin reflects his displeasure.)
Yasutoki; “You believe my son to have no honor?”
BoolZ; “Honor? Alex? Do you really have to ask? Let me ask you something. When you drove down the freeway this afternoon on your way to the building, and you passed that big’ol billboard of your little prissy son pulling his pants down did that fill your heart with pride? Is that anyway to honor his ancestors?”
Yasutoki; “The fact that my son has reached a level in this sport that I doubt you ever will is what fills my heart. The fact that the GIW sees fit to display Alex as the flag bearer is what fills my heart. Unfortunately that comes with GIW assigning Vince Hawk to promote my son.”
(BoolZ can’t help, or forces, a boisterous laugh to echo through the building.)
BoolZ; “Wow, what did Alex tell you that? You really think the GIW assigned an agent to your son? Damn man Alex is probably the most white bread tame champion in history. I mean let’s look at that history. We have Brandon Brown, twice, who correct me if I’m wrong but hasn’t he made a habit out of super kicking celebrities and talk show icons. No agents. Then we have Deathman, a man the GIW billed as hailing from the ‘dark’ and residing in the ‘underworld’, but still no agent. They had a champion who said he came from hell, and they didn’t see the need to even assign him a keeper. So then Komosube. Rumor has it that ox head really enjoyed ‘forcing’ himself on little massage girls. He was a drunk with anger problems, but at least he wasn’t handcuffed to an ‘agent’. So that brings us to Travis Roberts. A known, well known, doper.”
(Mary-Joanna looks at RBI unsure about what he’s about to say.)
BoolZ; “I mean with his well publicized ‘parties’, and associates like Yoda, and his contributing to the delinquencies of other younger members of the roster. Surely he would have an agent, and he does! A furry little freak pervert who rambles about some street, and does god knows what when Travis isn’t keeping an eye on HIM! But yeah I guess if anyone needs help being the face of the GIW it’s safe little Alex, with his underwear hanging out. So we got Alex covered, what about you? Do you think you’re an honorable man, butler?”
(BoolZ waits for Yasutoki to answer as Mr. Kiseragi steps closer to the Red Bull Icon staring directly in his eyes.)
Yasutoki; “And now you’re questioning my honor? What of you? Do you believe yourself honorable?”
BoolZ; “You didn’t answer my question. You see I just can’t help but applaud your actions at Distant Whispers. I mean it’s not every day you find a father willing to cheat for his son. It’s not common to find a civilian willing to put himself in harm’s way by participating instead of watching. Certainly it was an admirable action, but I can’t help but wonder if an honorable man would have waited until it was his family in danger. It was MLK, if I’m not mistaken, who said, ‘A threat to justice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.’ I mean you saw, as did the whole arena, Prescott walk out onto that ramp. What did you think he was going to shoot some t-shirts to the fans? Everyone knew what was going down, and it was only after Brown got knocked off the top of that cage did you spring into action. Only when Alex was in danger. An honorable man, I think wouldn’t have waited.”
Yasutoki; “Now it is you, who didn’t answer my question. And I will not defend my act…”
(BoolZ checks the watch that isn’t on his arm as Yasutoki responds.)
BoolZ; “You know what, never mind. Why don’t you think about it for a few days? Get back to me when you have an answer. I’m not hard to find, I mean hell I’ll be the one beating your son, again, at Horizons. Maybe we can continue this talk about whether or not you getting yourself involved in his matches is a good idea then. I really do have to get going though. Tell Kis-Kis I dropped by will ya?”
(BoolZ wraps an arm around Mary-Joanna, and together they turn to leave the dressing room. Yasutoki’s call stops BoolZ in the walk way.)
Yasutoki; “You still have not answered my question. Are you an honorable man, or are you a coward who threatens old men?”
(After a second of thought BoolZ looks over his shoulder at Mr. Kiseragi.)
BoolZ; “Oh, I think I’ve done too much, come to close, to delude myself in believing I have any honor left. I really hope I don’t see you at Horizons.”
(Together BoolZ and MJ walk away down the hall.)
Mary-Joanna; “So what exactly was that all about? Are you ok? You’ve seemed in a pretty bad mood most of the week.”
BoolZ; “I’m fine, and that was… it was what it was. See Alex and his father are close. So close that when Yasu sees his son again he’ll tell him about our conversation, or he won’t.”
Mary-Joanna; “So then you want Alex to know, or not know? Baby, I don’t think that makes any sense.”
BoolZ; “No, it makes sense. The Kiseragi’s are a proud family, and I really believe above all else they just want to do right. If Yasutaki tells Alex, then Alex will be furious. He’ll want my blood. I don’t think he can fight like that. If he doesn’t, then Alex will be confused and start to doubt what he’s doing. See they’re good men, they’re honest men, so neither of them can lie. Yasu’ll tell Alex or doesn’t. Either way, Alex will know something’s wrong.”
(MJ’s face contorts as she listens to BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Are you sure you’re alright? I didn’t know you could be so devious.”
(The contorted face gives way to a sly smile.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, that turn you on?”
(The scene fades out as the couple duck into a nearby unmarked door.)
--Friday November 14th, 2008. 1:00PM—
(The scene reopens this time away from the GIW Arena. It’s a sunny late autumn day outside of Los Angeles. The sea of concrete wash against the steel and glass building. Waves of cement picnic tables swell up and break as the lunch time rush pours from the doors. Instantly the onshore breeze is polluted by hundreds of puffs of white cigarette smoke. We look around confused at first. We notice a group of guys huddled off to the side. Occasionally one will poke his head from the group, and look past us. We turn to see what has his attention, and it is Maddy.
Her pitch black hair is giving way to her reddish roots. Her darker than night suit intensifies the difference of the pale white skin of her arms and legs. Today she is without make-up, but her normally shadowed eyes look sadder today. She sits alone with her legs crossed, and a cigarette in her hand. One of the men breaks from his pack, and approaches the third victim of BoolZ’s accident.)
Guy; “Uhm, Maddy?”
(She looks up. Her silent moment shattered.)
Maddy; “Jeremy.”
Jeremy; “Uhm, is this a bad time?”
Maddy; “No. What can I do for you?”
(Unable to contain his nervous energy he can’t help but look back to his group. Each of them quietly rooting him on.)
Jeremy; “Uh, well listen. Uh, a bunch of us are heading out to that pub down the street. You know after work. It’s the, uh, Tavern by the Tracks? Well anyway, I wondering if you weren’t too busy, or you wanted too maybe you could come too?”
Maddy; “Jeremy. Are you asking me out?”
Jeremy; “NO, uh, well yeah. You don’t have to say…”
(Her sad eyes sparkle with a glimmer of hope as her ruby red lips part with a smile.)
Maddy; “I would love to.”
Jeremy; “Yeah, that’s great. So I’ll see you there!”
(Jeremy quickly escapes what might have been his best moment, and scurries back to his friends. Half way there one of them bellows.)
Guy; “WELL?”
(Jeremy as if afraid if he said it, it wouldn’t come true simply nods. The group bursts with excitement and joy for their friend which causes Maddy to grin wide before heading back into the office. The scene fades as the guys continue to congratulate Jeremy.)
--Thursday November 13, 2008. 11:25AM—
(The scene opens again to a slightly overcast mostly open field. The lawn meticulously manicured, the trees terrifically trimmed, and the headstones stoically surveying the surroundings. A freight train blows a steam whistle in the distance as we look on to a group mourners at the bottom of our hill.
As we approach we watch the priest address the congregation. We notice Paul and Bryanah McCourt are there with there daughter Cynthia. Richard and Elly McCourt, SPARCX’s brother and his wife, are there. We look on noticing Robin Boolzian and Tina Ozawa in attendance. BoolZ’s mother and her girlfriend. We see Derrick Boolzian and Gary Summey on this solemn day. BoolZ’s father and his boyfriend. And amongst the half dozen or so faces that we don’t recognize we spot Madeline Lovell dressed in black with her make up running, her nose red, and her cheeks glistening under her tears. Maddy.
We watch as BoolZ quietly approaches in a dark suit. He’s clean shaven for the first time in a long time, and finally his pants fit properly. It doesn’t take long before Maddy looks up to the Red Bull Icon, and her tears grow in both frequency and size before she openly sobs and lowers her head. Taking the hint Paul and Richard McCourt, SPARCX and Kan as they were known when competing, stand and intercept the young bastard.)
Richard; “Randy, how’ve you been? It’s been to long.”
Paul; “Randy maybe this aint the best time.”
Randy; “How’s she doing?”
Richard; “Honestly I can’t tell. Hard to imagine anyone would mourn that much for a sack of crap that made a hobby out of beating her.”
Paul; “It was her father, and Randy you need to leave.”
Randy; “But, I’m just…”
Paul; “No, she doesn’t want you here. You gotta let that girl go, kid.”
(The look of shock and hurt are unmistakable, but for the first time in recent memory the look on RBI’s face is more accurately described as shame. BoolZ simply nods with full eyes and a heavy heart.)
Randy; “It’s almost over.”
(His words greeted only by a pair of empty smiles as he departs back up the hill and out of sight.)
Paul; “At least he had the sense not to bring that whore.”
Richard; “Eh, you know I found Elly much same way.”
Paul; “Yeah but you loved her, and she loved you back.”
Richard; “Meh.”
(The scene ends with Bree and Elly welcoming back their husbands as both Boolzian parents look on.)
--Monday November 10th, 2008. 4:30PM.—
(When the scene fades back in we are watching the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile roar down a quiet old street as it’s done so many times before. The neighborhood simply doesn’t change. As the truck takes a hard right turn we focus in on the driver and watch as BoolZ usually displays the nervous twitch he always gets when driving past this massive Oak tree. This time however there is no twitch. The tires scream and squeal as the brakes are mashed, and the truck stops in front of an old worn down home. The driver’s side door flies open then shut in a blur as BoolZ exits the machine, and runs to and through the front door.)
Maddy; “Randy!”
(Maddy dressed a pair of old sweat pants and older t-shirt stands from her spot on the floor, steps over her box in progress of old magazines, and runs into Randy’s arms finally able to cry. The two stand for what seems an eternity. Perfect, everlasting, peace. Maddy continues to weep as BoolZ holds her tight.)
Maddy; “I just want it to end, Randy. Take me away, just take me out of here. We can be in Mexico by morning. Let’s just go, leave this life behind us, and make a new life away from this place. From these memories.”
(Silently BoolZ stands there holding on to the moment and the girl for as long as he can. Then it ends.)
BoolZ; “I can’t, Maddy. Not now. I’m to close.”
(She recoils frustrated and furious.)
Maddy; “To close? To close to what?”
BoolZ; “I’m just to close. I’ve got Roberts, I’ve got the worlds title, I’ve got to make things right.”
Maddy; “World title? What you’re still chasing Ashton’s dream!?! And who the hell is Roberts, and why are they more important to you than me? I need you Randy! I needed you when Ashton died, I needed you when my father kicked me out, I need you now!”
BoolZ; “I can’t Maddy, I just can’t. I have to do this. I have to be champion, and I have to get Roberts.”
Maddy; “Who the fuck is Roberts!?!”
(There’s nothing but quiet stillness. We see the charred cigarette burnt carpet. The walls yellow are weak. The air stale and stagnant. These walls more a crypt than a home.)
BoolZ; “He was Ashton’s favorite wrestler.”
Maddy; “So.”
BoolZ; “He is a complete fake. He’s a phony. He’s a fraud, and I’m going to make him pay.”
Maddy; “I don’t understand Randy.”
(Her voice quivers riddled with pain.)
BoolZ; “Really? You knew Ashton probably better than I did. You know we never went to events at the Sports Arena. Do you know wrestling was his life, and it seemed every other month one fed or another was rolling through San Diego? He used to say why should we go watch people do what he could probably do better. Christ the boy cut his teeth in that ring. You know where we were going that night I killed him…”
Maddy; “Accident, Randy. The night of the accident.”
BoolZ; “The night I killed him, the night that instead of spending with you before you were supposed to ship out to Paris for school, that night we were headed to the Sports Arena. He had to see ‘The Blessed One’. He bought into the bullshit that motherfucker was selling, and now I’m going to make him pay!
Maddy; “What the fuck, Randy? What are saying?”
BoolZ; “I’m saying that if the Travis Roberts that Ashton was obsessed with then was the same Travis Roberts that I know as a lying cheating scheming son of bitch than my best friend would still be alive! I’m going to destroy him. I’m going to dismantle his legacy, and desecrate the memory of the TWiSTeD Fight Club! I’m going to ruin everything that was TWiSTeD! I’m going to take that TFC Title, I’m going to stand in that ring, and I’m going to set that piece of crap on fire! I’m going to take, wear out, and ruin the only person he’s ever loved! I’m going to…”
*SLAP*
Maddy; “This is what’s more important than me. It makes no sense, Randy.”
(Tears streaming from her face as she tries to understand.)
BoolZ; “Maddy, please…”
*SLAP*
Maddy; “Just get out.”
BoolZ; “Maddy, it’s almost ov…”
*SLAP*
Maddy; “Just get out! Get out!”
His mother in a drunken rage and embarrassed at letting her son see her like this. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
His teacher, SPARCX, lecturing on the cost of doing what’s right. “Even if it costs your soul…”
His one love pleading to him and his best friend, her love, to leave her father alone. “You can’t fix this! These are the cards I’ve been dealt!”
His father explaining to him about the divorce. “Nothing ever ends the way it should.”
(She slapped him again before running up the rickety staircase, slamming a bedroom door shut behind her. BoolZ stands in the living room looking at the couch where he snatched Ashton’s car keys all those years ago before slowly walking away.)
--Monday, November 10th, 2008. 3:52PM—
(BoolZ stands in front of a solid heavy door at the end of a long driveway. He’s been here so many times before, and until last week he called this place home. He rings the doorbell causing ‘Ronnie’ by Metallica to play. He shakes his head as an older woman opens the door.
His second mother. Bryanah ‘Redd’ McCourt. Ashton’s only mother stands in the doorway with a disappointed look on her face. BoolZ can’t help but look down at the flame print welcome mat.)
Bryanah; “See you got my message. Come in.”
BoolZ; “Yeah I got it. You gonna yell at me too?”
Bryanah; “No. Madeline’s father passed away last night. Heart attack. Thought you’d like to know.”
(She had turned and started towards the kitchen as she spoke. The sound of the door shutting forces her to turn to her now empty foyer. The unmistakable noise of the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile awaking in a rage dominates her serine composure as the truck storms from her driveway and away from his home.)
--Sunday, November 9th, 2008. 11:58PM—
(BoolZ and Mary-Joanna enter what seems like the hundredth hour of horseplay. They lightly poke and tickle and pinch inch other as lovers are expected to do. Their motives hollow, but both are so well versed in this deceit. MJ takes advantage of a distraction caused by her finger in his ear, rolls on top of the Hardcore Champion, and pins his arms to the bed.)
Mary-Joanna; “Alright my ‘TWiSTeD Protégé’ what’s the tenth proverb?”
BoolZ; “It’s not about the destination. The reward is the journey.”
Mary-Joanna; “Very good, and what’s it mean?”
BoolZ; “It means you want more foreplay?”
(BoolZ bridges before falling back to the bed. The second was all it took for him twist to his belly, pull him arms towards him, and causes MJ to flip and land on her back under the now standing Red Bull Icon.)
Mary-Joanna; “So does this mean I’m not the Hardcore Champion?”
BoolZ; “You wish. Not like it was a sanctioned match though.”
Mary-Joanna; “Well, I don’t need your belt anyway. I’ll be good after you win me the TFC Title.”
BoolZ; “If you think you’re going to take that from me, then you better keep practicing.”
(The moment between these two liars is interrupted by BoolZ’s ringing cell phone. He lets MJ go, and attempts to answer it. As he reaches his pants slung over the edge of the hotel room couch, reaches into the pocket, and is tackled by the mostly naked MJ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Just let it ring, baby. What’s the, uhm, seventh TWiSTeD Proverb?”
(We fade out for the last time as BoolZ drops the still ringing phone, hoists MJ up off the carpet, and stumbles onto the bed continuing the game.)
